I saw a body lying on the street,
scars and blood,
the pain I could feel through this picture of misery,
a faint smile,
forever painted
on the face of the corpse.
Cold and wet it was,
though feelings of sorrow were still warm,
as tears flushed the cheeks
of passers-by.
And I saw that in the dirt
which had once given life to this death's display,
sweat of regrets and
a touch of its ending breath,
were mixed.
None alive
could ever imagine,
what went through
the mind of the dead,
in its last moment.
YOU ARE READING
Crusts after Dark.
PoetryA collection of my emotions woven into poems. Wanting to express a few pearls of wisdom, of fear or even love, which would as well be crushed under the ruthlessness of today's society. . . . . . So, grab a cup of coffee and read away! :)
